Chapter 51: Gladiator Black Lightning

　　 "Oh, isn't this Master Du Luo? You blind guys, haven't you seen Master Du Luo coming? Don't hurry up and bring a chair to Master Du Luo."
If Shalan looked at the thin and thin middle-aged man in front of him who was wearing gold and silver, like a nouveau riche, she didn't say much, but stood behind Douro, like a guard, this is him and Douro early. Yes, his identity here is just a guard of Douro, and he uses Douro's relationship to participate in the underground fighting arena to participate in fighting competitions, avoiding his own identity from being exposed to the eyes of those who care.
Douro’s acting skills are also pretty good. He nodded to the middle-aged upstart, sat in a chair, and looked at the middle-aged upstart who respected him and said,
Mr. Barbo, don’t be too polite. I still want to ask Mr. Barbo to give me some help this time."
Douro knows very well that the reason why Balbo is so enthusiastic about him and his attitude is so low is because his father recently became the mayor of Cynthia. You must know that when he came here before, Pakistan Bo just smiled and said hello. This level of treatment was only given to Nano, who has now disappeared. Therefore, Douro never felt that he was so great and arrogant. He had reservations when dealing with Balbo. Respectful.
Hearing that Douro came here to ask for help, Babo immediately rolled his eyes, and said with a slightly cautious smile: "I don’t know what Master Douro wants me to do? As long as I Babo can If you do, you will definitely go all out to help Master Du Luo."
Of course, Douro did not believe in what Balbo said, but it is really a trivial matter to let one person participate in an underground fighting match. I am afraid that Balbo is still so happy, so Douro did not sell it, and said, "Mr. Balbo, I want the guard next to me to participate in an underground fighting match. I wonder what Mr. Barbo thinks?"
Hearing Douro’s request that he only wanted to arrange for someone to participate in an underground fighting match, Barbo’s heart fell. His face immediately smiled like a chrysanthemum, and he nodded and said: "No problem, this matter. Of course, it’s okay. As long as Master Douro speaks up, there is no reason for it. It is just as a rule of our fighting field. I think Master Douro should also know that once you are in the fighting field, it is a matter of life or death, so You need to sign a life-and-death contract before you play, Master Du Luo, you should be able to call the shots?"
Hearing about life and death and the life and death contract, Douro immediately hesitated. After all, Sharan was not his real guard, and even if it was a real guard, his father could not let him decide the life and death of the guard so casually. Just when Douro wanted to turn around and ask Shalan, Shalan had already put his hand on Douro's shoulder and spoke to Nababo.
　　 "Mr. Barbo, my young master can naturally call the shots. I can sign a life and death contract with you now."
　　Although he is a little confused about Shalan's youthful appearance, Balbo didn't intend to dig into the matter of the nobility. He just nodded and turned around to get his subordinates to get the contract.
At this time, Shalan had already taken out half of a pure black mask from the backpack she was carrying. This half of pure black mask would only cover the upper half of her face, and her eyes had two narrow openings. As for the other parts, they are all smooth and extremely smooth.
Putting on the mask, Shalan moved her head, adjusted the angle of the mask, and then looked at Balbo who had obtained the contract again, and pressed her handprint without any hesitation. The name can be faked. , And many people who come to the underground fighting are not willing to reveal their true faces and real names, so only the handprint is the proof of the real effectiveness.
　　 "This gentleman, I don't know what we should call you, after all we have to introduce it to the audience when we come on stage."
　　 "Just call me Black Ting, black black, thunderous Ting."
　　 "Okay, Mr. Black Ting, please follow my hand to the temporary lounge. I will arrange an entry-level game for Mr. Black Ting in a while."
Before knowing the strength of the fighters in the underground fighting arena, Shalan would naturally not pretend to ask him to arrange a strong opponent. Start with entry-level fighters and slowly increase the strength. This is the safest way. , After all, Shalan came here to seek battle to improve her strength, not to die.
When Shalan was about to follow Balbo's hand to the lounge, Douro suddenly chased up and whispered to Shalan in a low voice: "Shalan, you have to be careful and careful, I'm not worried that you will be beaten. Dead, but even if it is severely injured, I will be stripped of my skin. Anyway, it's too late for you to regret it now."
　　 Looking at Douro who wants to cry without tears, UU reading www. uukanshu.com Shalan smiled slightly and said to Douro: "Did you bring money? If you bring it, it will press me to win. It just so happens that you are not short of money recently? This can help you relieve your financial pressure. "
　　 "No, I'm still mentioning any money or not. I'm relieved if your boss can come back safe and sound."
Regarding Sharan’s killing of Jonathan, confidentiality measures were taken at Rohr’s request, so Douro actually didn’t know what Sharan’s strength had reached, only that Sharan was suffering from Hasted’s It's just training, otherwise it would be impossible for Duro to agree to let Sharan come here to participate in an underground fighting match.
　　 patted Douro on the shoulder, and Shalan smiled and said, "Don't worry, the result will satisfy you."
When the voice fell, Shalan followed Balbo’s hand to the players’ lounge to rest temporarily, waiting for the start of the game, while Douro followed Balbo helplessly and went to the best underground fighting arena. Sitting down in the stands, I looked anxiously at the extremely bright boxing ring-like ring in the center, illuminated by lights.
Under the leadership of Balbo, Shalan came to a slightly damp and dark lounge. This is a single-person lounge. There is a lot of water and food, and there are places to sit and lie. Shalan just stood on the floor of the lounge, slowly spreading out and doing warm-up exercises, but couldn't see any nervousness.
He waited for a long time, and heard cheers and screams coming from outside. Not long after there was a panic of footsteps and wailing outside the door, the door of Shalan’s lounge was knocked, and Balbo’s men opened. Passing the door of the lounge, he said respectfully to Shalan: "Mr. Black Ting, your game will begin soon, please go to the ring to prepare for the game."